Chapter 411 (1/2)

Seeing that even his own father was not ready to save him, Zhang De Shuai was filled with despair. He grinned at the face of the fifth and said, ”I Go to you ma…… Of You killed Let me... ”

The fifth man who pinched Zhang Desai didn't expect that Zhang Desai was so brave. Now he was really infuriated, so he pinched Zhang Desai's neck with all his strength, and let him struggle in the pain of suffocation.

Looking at Zhang Desai, who was about to die, Zhang Dejun felt like a knife, and his tears ran down uncontrollably. After all, Zhang De Shuai is his son and his only remaining relative now!

However, Zhang Dejun still did not take the steps to help Zhang Desai. At this time, he was like a split personality, and a voice kept whirling in his mind, ”can't go Can't go Can't go... ”

In fact, this is the powerful effect of the seed dropping medicine. Even when he saw his closest friend die in front of his eyes, Zhang Dejun did not dare to disobey the fifth one, because he could no longer control his own heart and naturally could not control his own behavior.

In this way, in the case of Zhang Dejun's ”indifference”, Zhang De Shuai was strangled to death by the fifth, and his face was twisted.

After killing Zhang De Shuai, the fifth man threw Zhang De Shuai's body on the ground, wiped Zhang De Shuai's saliva on his hand with a piece of paper, and spat at Zhang Desai's body.

When he wiped his hands clean, he looked at Zhang Dejun and said, ”did you hear what I just said? Kill any disobedient people. The most important thing in the gathering place is people. Killing more people is just saving food. I want to see that the gathering place is completely in your hands before tomorrow. ”

Hearing Wu's words, Zhang Dejun nodded heavily and clenched his fists with tears in his eyes. Even if his fingernails were inserted into his skin, he had no feeling. Only he knew how painful his heart was now.

Looking at Zhang Dejun's appearance, the fifth brother showed a cruel smile and was able to control the fate of others in his own hands. This feeling is really good. He likes it very much. As for Zhang Dejun's feelings, he doesn't care. After all, Zhang Dejun is just his puppet, or his ”toy”

Thinking of this, the fifth took a breath, ignored Zhang Dejun, and slowly disappeared into the room. He had to report the situation to blackbirds.

After the fifth man left, Zhang Dejun suddenly howled out in pain, kneeling beside Zhang Deshao's body, holding Zhang Deshui's body with residual heat in his arms and crying, tears dripping on the ground.

He is nearly 70 years old this year. In this half month, he first experienced the pain of losing his grandson, and now he has experienced the pain of losing his son. In this case, there is no word in the world to describe his inner feelings.

For a moment, Zhang Dejun would wonder why it was not him who died? Why does he, who has half a foot in the grave, remain in the world to suffer this kind of pain? Unfortunately, Zhang Dejun couldn't think of an answer.

For a moment, Zhang Dejun also wanted to die like this. After all, he felt that he was no longer interested in living. He just wanted to be free immediately, and he didn't want to face the pain of the bodies of his grandson and son.

What makes Zhang Dejun despair is that the voice in his heart is constantly eliminating his real ideas, which also means that he can't even make a self-determination now